I've spent years constantly dreaming
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I've spent nights on dirty concrete floors
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Sometimes I wonder what keeps me going
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And why I always end up begging for more
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I've met hypocrites and smooth talking assholes
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But I've also met people just like me
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And it's all for that hour at night
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When I feel almost free
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I've lost count of the times when I've felt cheated
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But it must have been at least a hundred times
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And of all the times I've got my hope up
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And been left here with this dream of mine
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Almost Free
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| Bombshell Rocks |
